somewhere in between the beginning and the end september took the tourists and settled in for good we could hear the trains again brooklyn girls in scarves summer left and no one said a word and we'd open your window and stay in your bed all day 'til the streetlights came on what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms what happened to feeling cheap radio songs what happened to thinking he world was flat what happened to that so up on 59th st. right before the rains lovers catching taxis going downtown i'm talking to what's left of you i'm watching what i say counting all the freckles on your perfect face you open your window, i sit on your bed just waiting for right words to come so, what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms what happened to feeling cheap radio songs what happened to thinking he world was flat what happened to that was i wrong?